“Mamma…” Austin cried, and the doctor stepped forward, pressing a hand on his back.
“You have about a minute, son.”
Austin nodded and, moving his iPhone closer, said, “Axe ain’t here right now, Mamma. But he would want me to tell you he loved you. Everything he ever did was for us. I get that now, even if he did have a damn funny way of showing it. I hope one day you’ll be proud of him.” He took a shuddering breath as the heart monitor began to slow to a frightening speed, a harrowing countdown to the end of Chiara Carillo’s life.
“You were too good for this life, Mamma. You’ve always belonged in heaven. You belong up there with the angels and away from this shit life.” Austin broke on a pained cry, and I squeezed his hand in mine and couldn’t help but sob along with him.
Leaning forward, Austin brushed his mamma’s brown hair back, just as Andrea Bocelli hit a crescendo and the heart monitor rang out in one long, continuous beep, telling us all that Chiara Carillo had passed.
As the doctor turned off the monitor and silence filled the room, Austin pressed a kiss to her head and whispered for the final time, “Buona notte, e dormi bene, mia cara. Ti voglio bene.”
Goodnight and sleep well, my darling. I love you.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Austin
She was gone. Mamma was gone.
As I straightened up from Mamma’s body, I cast a glance around the room and had no f**kin’ clue what to do next.
But as soon as I looked down at my Pix, my chest felt that little bit lighter. Bending down to her chair, I pressed a kiss to her head and whispered, “Ti amo.”
“I love you, too.”
“If you would like to wait in the family room across the corridor, you’ll have it to yourself,” Dr. Small informed.
Nodding numbly, I moved behind Lexi’s chair and began rolling her out of the room… and straight into a f**kin’ nightmare.
The minute we entered the corridor, two cops approached me, with the dean. “That’s him right there,” the dean said, pointing in my direction.The cops marched toward me, pulling out their cuffs. “Austin Carillo, you are under arrest for dealing drugs and distributing class-A narcotics on school property.” They read me the rest of my rights, slamming me against the wall and cuffing my wrists.
“Austin!” Lexi cried, and I saw her trying to get out of her chair, her thin arms unable to support her weight.
I met Rome’s eyes. “Look after her and Lev!”
Rome nodded, and Molly ran over to keep Lexi calm. As the cops led me away, Rome shouted, “I’m calling my attorney! He’ll meet you at the station!”
As I was led down the hallway, the dean fell into step beside me. “It was only a matter of time, Carillo. We got a freshman who claimed you sold him coke. Porter’s just woke up, and we’re expecting his testimony any time now. Kiss your NFL dreams good-bye. You’re no role model for young kids. You belong behind bars.”
The proud smirk on his face had me spittin’ mad, and I snarled, “You f**kin’ prick, my mamma’s just died and you come in and do this!”
The dean turned to me, seeming genuinely sympathetic, and said, “My condolences, son. But justice must be done, and I’m sure your momma would want you to pay for your mistakes. Sinners must be punished and pray for forgiveness.”
“I ain’t done nothing wrong! I never supplied nothing to no one!”
The dean headed swiftly for the door. “Well, that will be for a jury to decide on. A jury and God.”
For twelve hours, they left me sitting in a holding cell. Rome’s attorney turned up about an hour after I arrived, and I’d been sitting on my own ever since.
My throat was tight as I thought of Mamma, of Pix, of Levi clutching Pix’s hand… Fuck, f**k, f**k, f**k! What if I got charged? What would happen to Levi? What if Pix relapsed again? What if—
“Carillo, you’re free to leave.” A cop came to the cell door, his keys rattling in the lock, and he swung the heavy steel door open and gestured for me to come out.
Standing, I walked to the cop and said, “I don’t understand. How am I free to go? I thought I was being charged.”
The cop shrugged. “Turns out someone made a confession. Took responsibility for the whole thing. All your charges have been dropped.”
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and I followed the cop out into the station, where my attorney, Rome, JD, and Reece were all waiting. All four of them jumped to their feet and ran toward me.
I looked straight to the attorney. “Who the hell confessed?”